++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It took me a while to figure it out, but this is my contribution to The Jester's #PlushiePandemic Project. If you want to get involved, just make a song in any style, so long as it includes plushies, give it a plushie cover art, and include #Plushie Pandemic in the title. Then let The Jester know by commenting on one of his relevant songs. The link to his profile and the playlist with everyone else's contributions is below. The Jester -- https://suno.com/@the_jestermc The Playlist -- https://suno.com/playlist/36b81d57-5289-4999-a15b-b43c790c48db +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Yeah… The Jester stitched me quiet But I got noise packed in me… Let’s go I’m stuffed, yeah, but I’m heavy with the past Threadbare soul, heart stitched with broken glass Shelf life short, dreams even shorter Left in the dark by a cursed toy hoarder Checkerboard hoodie, tears in my eyes Skies turn to static in these fluorescent lights Used to sing songs under Midwest moons Now I hum through a smile that hides my ruin They said I’d never walk, Just another plush lie But my shadow moves When the cameras pass by I was stitched to be free! No tag, no leash, no memory Skanking through the corn and the pourin' rain Singing with the ghosts in my fabric brain You think plushies don’t feel pain But I still cry when they say my name Stuffed and dangerous, cursed and cold A misfit heart with a soul growing bold Woke up next to a knockoff Barbie Told her don’t trust smiles that look too charming The Jester’s grin still haunts my thread He laughs in dreams I can’t forget Got seams like stitches from corn silk nights Grew up on heartbreak, ska, and fights Never meant to live this quiet You boutta see plushies start a riot (I ride!) a Bratz board out the toy aisle (I hide!) behind sad eyes and crooked style (I tried!) to be soft, but they made me tough Now I’m bleeding fluff and calling their bluff I was stitched to be free With a checkered heart and a rusted key The Jester can laugh, but I still breathe In freedom dreams and autumn leaves Stuffed and dangerous, stitched for sin With sad blue eyes and a hidden grin Now I drift from shelf to shelf, Tatters proud like a warning bell Wearin' trauma like a second skin, Last escape got foiled again. Passed a mirror in the Barbie aisle Saw a ghost in plaid and pain Said: "You cracked or darned with guile?" Then I laughed like The Jester in the rain I was stitched to be free! A threadbare soul with a melody I skank through cornfields and discount racks My seams hold pain but I won’t crack You think plushies can’t take flight But I dance in shadows every night Stuffed and dangerous, worn but wild A cursed creation… with a feral smile